Continued Activity in Mom’s House

Hello, guys. I know it’s been awhile since I offered you an update — well here’s one for ya. I visited my mother around Christmas, only to be updated with news of activities not only in her house, but our neighbor’s across the street.

I’ll start with my mother’s most recent experience. I wrote of the fire alarm flying across the dining room — whatever entity was so possessed as to hurl it has once again taken it upon itself (or herself, as I like to think of the lady who passed away in the house) to throw objects around. My mother and stepfather were sitting in the living room, as usual, and watching tv when they heard something fall off the little wire shelf they have near the bathroom and kitchen (a mere two-three feet away from the fire alarm). Surprised, my mother got up and walked into the dining room to see what had caused the noise. What did she fine? My little brother’s baseball trophy laying on the ground. While falling objects can be easily explained, the condition of the trophy cannot. The trophies that had been ordered for my little brother’s baseball team that year were pure, solid metal. They weren’t hollow like a lot of them are. The figure of the man with the baseball bat had been twisted beyond recognition to a point that is utterly beyond simple human strength. Confused, my parents brought it up to my little brother who said that it had appeared just fine a few hours prior to the incident.

This had occurred shortly before I visited her. While I was there, I did hear some strange noises, but nothing truly remarkable. However, my mother did relay some information regarding an issue across the street. Like I’ve said before — my mother lives in a small neighborhood and her house was built pre-1940s. The house across the street is much newer — in fact, it’s a mobile home. However, that hasn’t stopped a spooky figure from appearing to its tenants. The lady living there had awoken one night to find a figure standing over her bed, holding a knife. If I remember correctly, the figure resembled a confederate soldier (the area is near a former confederate headquarters in the Civil War). Although, the description of the Hatman also seems a bit appropriate — who knows. Either way, the woman chose to keep this experience to herself into the next night when her young daughter came running into her room crying — she had seen the same apparition.

Part of me feels that it was this same presence that made himself known to the people who live behind my mother — however, in their experience, the figures eyes were glowing a bright red and it peered out at them from the doorway of their closet.

The Dover Lights: Arkansas

Located deep in the foothills of the Ozarks rests yet another phenomenon. About seventeen miles out from Dover, Arkansas there is an overlook that allows visitors to peer down into a valley. A valley with a creek running through it and absolutely no electricity. Here, at night, orbs of light (presumed to be ghosts) sometimes appear and hover over the valley. Various attempts are made to debunk these lights, and some seem like they make sense. The reflection of light on the surface of the creek, campfires made by curious hikers. Flashlights in a camp. While all of these are viable counter arguments, one thing remains true: even now the story of the Dover Lights (also known as spooklights) still draws many Arkansans to the lonely overlook.

One day, late last year, my mother and I, along with a few friends, decided to investigate the Dover Lights on our own time. We packed up my car with sodas, cameras, and cigarettes and we drove out to one of the more secluded overlooks. Here we lingered until shortly before dark — as by this time a group of drunks showed up and decided hitting on one of those friends was a good sport (ironically, she is a lesbian.) At this point we left and drove up to one of the more popular places where people watch and settled there. We waited, waited, and waited. We saw nothing.

It began to storm so we prepared to leave. It was at this point that we did have a strange incident occur — though it easily could have been lightening playing tricks on our eyes. My sister and I were walking over to my mom’s Santa Fe in order to bring it up to the restrooms for her. When we neared the car, we saw a tall, dark figure bent over it. It started us. My sister screamed and thus triggered my reaction — I screamed too. When we got closer to the car, however, there was nothing there.

Also, at various points during our stay at the overlook, my mom’s car would lock itself and arm its security system. Thinking someone hit the keys, I picked them up, unlocked the car, and then set them on top of a pedestal that had a plaque on it. Again, the car locked itself. We finally gave up trying to keep it unlocked after the third or fourth time this incident occurred.

Another Belated Update

Once again, I apologise for the lack of juicy posts. After moving, I got my interests caught up in another hobby of mine: gaming. I did however purchase a note book and a pen so that I can better organize the places I wish to write about.I intend to write an article eventually that will feature an old hospital located in Central Arkansas. A hospital that my mother herself made the mistake of going into while it was abandoned. Now, this hospital is a retirement home for the elderly. Eager to learn more? Just have a little bit of patience. I want to do a lot of research into this one. In the meantime, there will be other posts. =)

Devil’s Hole Cave: Boone County, AR

Nestled in yet another secluded location in rural Arkansas lies a town named Self. Within this town is a small cave — a cave with something frightening residing deep inside it. Rumors abound about Devil’s Hole Cave — some say that vegetation does not grow around it. Unfortunately, I was unable to find photos of this location. Nor is there a large amount of information regarding it. The stories about Devil’s Hole date back to the 1900s.

Anyways, rather than ramble on about something I know little of, I will instead provide my readers with this link so they may read what little information I have found about the strange cave.

Where is Liry?

Hey guys, I know I haven’t posted an article in a few days. I’m just letting you know that more will be coming very soon — and those more MAY just include photos from a ghost town near me! For those who don’t know, I just moved back to Oklahoma and we do have our own town that has a similar background to Centralia. I hope to get out there and photograph it before too long.

Once again, I’m sorry there hasn’t been anything. I will have more for ya’ll in the very near future! Tomorrow, I intend to write and article on Devil’s Den, also located in Arkansas. It’s one of their “haunted” areas.

Hashima: Japan’s Battleship Island

Hashima — better known as the Battleship Island — began as a project by Mitsubishi in 1890 in order to allow the mining of coal beneath ground. While at that time it was a wonderful idea, the island’s glory did not last long. The city was nicknamed because of it’s appearance — the walls built around it led to a resemblance to one of Japan’s battleships. Hashima was, at one point in time, considered to be on of the most densely populated islands. It was also home to the first largest cement building in Japan. Apartments were later built for inhabitants. Unfortunately, most of the coal miners were forced to do their job.

Aside from that, there isn’t anything terribly amazing about the island aside from the photos of its ruins. When petroleum became much more valuable and coal spiraled down in value, the mines at Hashima were one of the many closed down.

Until April 22, 2009, visitation to the island was illegal. Shortly before tourists were allowed on the island, a young journalist for Viceland (some site that I know absolutely nothing about) and his friend took the risk and crossed into Hashima. This article on the Viceland website contains AMAZING photos of the Battleship Island. Because I’d rather not be accused of copyright infringement and I’d rather not do citations just yet (I’m not doing this for classes, I’m doing it out of my own enjoyment), I suggest all of my readers check out the photos. =)

Centralia, PA: The Real Silent Hill

Silent Hill is a name everyone knows — it is by far one of the more well-known settings for a series of video games that are aptly named Silent Hill. What many do not know is that the inspiration from Silent Hill came from a real situation. That coal fire burning beneath Silent Hill for so very many years? It’s true. While Silent Hill may be fictional, the story behind the fictional town is every bit as real as you and I. The real town? It is known as Centralia, Pennsylvania.

In 1962, near Memorial Day, workers set fire to garbage. It was something they did annually in order to clean up the area near the graveyard on one of its busiest days. What workers did not know was that below their fire pit lay an exposed vein of anthracite coal over eight miles long. That vein ignited and started an underground fire that would last for many years. In fact, Centralia still burns today, after 48 years. Experts say it could easily burn for two and a half centuries.

Today there are approximately eleven residents remaining within Centralia — the town itself has been removed from most updated maps and the highway that originally led through it to Ashland has been destroyed and a detour created. Nature has reclaimed many parts of the city and in photos the damages areas and the warnings posted are clearly visible. Passersby are advised not to drive through Centralia, or to even walk. Merely treading upon the land can lead to a sink hole due to the fire underground.

The government spent large amounts of money to try and quell the fires — they even promised that residents would not have to move. Unfortunately, they lied.

While Centralia is not yet fully abandoned (thus it isn’t technically considered a full blown ghost town just yet), the town is quickly on its way down. ¬†And it was because of this town that Silent Hill was born.

Personally, I want to visit Centralia. I want to photograph it. I want more information on it. I’ve begun to watch the documentary entitled “The Town That Was” which can be found here at Hulu. More information can also be found via David DeKok’s (author of Fire Underground: The Ongoing Tragedy of the Centralia Mine Fire and Unseen Danger: A Tragedy of People, Government, and the Centralia Mine Fire) website.

On an entirely different note (mostly anyway) a sequel to the Silent Hill movie has been confirmed.